You were a kind of an angel in Camp Half-Blood. To be honest, you were such a good girl, it made the others girls jealous of you. If we talked about the parties that were made in the cabin 12, you weren’t a saint.

You found yourself playing with the rest of campers on a party, every time someone didn’t won, they needed to drink a glass of wine. Leo came over to you and placed his arms behind you, hugging you and hiding his face on the crook of your neck.

“Can we leave?” He slurred his words, his alcohol breath hitting on your neck while his hands pressed tightly on your waist. He was clearly drunk.